Gold at the end of the rainbow

Sydney, Australia 1995, age 18 I'm on a bus staring at the ocean as I go over the Harbour Bridge, the sun's reflection on the water is nothing like I have ever seen before. Boats crossing the ocean give me many memories; I look away, and see tall skyscrapers everywhere, buildings towering over me, shadowing me from the sun's bright light. I look up at the beams above and my eyes follow the girders. I can see …

…women who shared the same story as I did, I was still glad to get out of hell. I collected my clothes from the day I arrived there, after my frightening adventure at the age of fourteen. I wanted to forget what had happened and start a new life. I had one last look out into that dusty prairie before entering a bus to gold at the end of a rainbow, a place called Sydney.